…into one

You are the stone that sets the ripple racing wildly over all
the point of impact, a mere beginning
shattering the calm, disrupting all
reflected in the pool that is my whole existence
the picture perfect indiscernible facade
to view it from afar is to see a transient glimpse
the glassy surface a mere moment
holding on in time, at risk of sudden breach
a fragile model of reality thrown into disarray
in the moment, the very second
that you trail a finger across the edges of my soul
lips that barely meet, deep desires rising like the tide
I feel the rain and find myself dissolving
sliding silken shore to shore
water colours melting, fading softly into one
distorting with the blow
what was clear, crystal
is now unrecognisable in the frame
the postcard once so familiar and serene
turmoil now in its’ place, as you settle in
become a part of the terrain
the mirror too, settles, clears, relaxes
gradually the picture reappears
and you are now within
reflected in the old design
© Ann Bagnall